But he was baffled. The sleeper suddenly threw his arms above his head, hard knit his hands, then drew in a deep breath and expelled it with a groan.
"No! He lives! The sleep has only refreshed him!" cried Samuel.
"Has Gideon ben Sirach rested well?" he asked, bending over him.
The man gazed stupidly at the physician, then with a yawn fell asleep again.
"Well, let him rest, and when he wakes we will have his story, if it takes some of the medicine from Gorgias' flask to start it."
"Doubtless," said Dion, "his story will prove only a dream that has oozed out from some crack in his brain. We shall need one of your Josephs or Daniels to interpret it."
"If it is so obscure as that we will summon Meph," replied the physician. "That boy seems able to solve riddles with a punch of his crutch."